"I am twenty three years old. I love hard. I get angry for foolish reasons. I like to make people happy. I curse under my breath when I don’t agree with something. I can be cynical when it comes to the opinions of others. I’m nothing out of the ordinary and I’m ok with that nowadays. I’m older now, still slightly protected, but aware of the truths of the world. Survival of the fittest is the actuality of life. Those who work, provide. Those who find shortcuts, beg. Imagine a world where there was no struggle. What would be the motivation to succeed? If everything was provided for us we would become an immobile component feasting on the parts of our provider. Accentually, we would be a machine whom relied on an engineer. But we don’t live that way. We still find a way talk to one another harshly though; we give dirty looks while passing on the road if someone cuts you off. It’s a competition. A race with no finish line. We get there and then we want to get somewhere else. A gentle smile is now an act of indecency and makes a mother pull a child away from the path of a stranger. One day we’ll get a hold of ourselves and make an honest attempt at chivalry. Optimism, after all is our best expression of hope."
- APRIL 6th 2010
***I wrote this a few month's ago after a rough day. I couldn't go to sleep and felt all these thoughts would be better on a piece of paper then just running through my head.
In Aristotle's poetics, dianoia or "thought" is used during the development of dramatic theory pieces. Every character in greek mythology is comprised of the author's dianoia. A story needs a hero and a villian. I also find that a woman usually plays the driving force in both characters. I plan to build on this post but for the time being I thought that my April entry could be of interest to you all.
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